Fiction Friday: the renewal of ECHONET part 1

I scroll through EchoNet, watching in horror as DogkillerNazi spews vile hatred against immigrants. I jump into the fray, countering his racist tirades with facts and reason. PrincessBunBun: "Latin Immigrants are not godless. Most are Christian." DogkillerNazi: "The worship Satan, and eat children. Do your research!!!"

PrincessBunBun: "4-chan is not a credible reference. They do not eat children, some migrants ARE children, or families just looking for a better life."

DogkillerNazi: "A better life by replacing the WHITE people, and then stealing our WHITE kids."

The exchange devolves rapidly, with DogkillerNazi unleashing a torrent of slurs and insults. Disheartened by the futility of my efforts, I click the logout button, abandoning the battlefield to the trolls.

My name is May, and I consider myself an ordinary girl. I grew up like many others, surrounded by family and friends, sharing laughter and adventures. I stumbled upon EchoNet during my teenage years, enticed by its promise of unlimited knowledge and unbridled creativity. At first, I found a community that matched my optimism - lively debates, insightful commentary, and friendships forged through shared passions. I spent hours exploring EchoNet's vast expanses, discovering hidden corners where poetry and politics intertwined. In those halcyon days, I reveled in the freedom to express myself without fear of persecution.

I sign into EchoNet, eager to reconnect with the community I once loved. Instead, I'm greeted by a deluge of hostile posts and aggressive comments. I scan the pages, looking for any hint of constructive dialogue. I notice several threads filled with nothing but personal attacks and inflammatory language. I navigate to the politics section, expecting to find nuanced discussions on current events. Instead, I find a string of posts hurling accusations of racism and treason, with neither side willing to listen to the other. I move on to the entertainment forum, hoping to escape the vitriol, but find myself immersed in petty squabbles over trivial matters. Despite the discouraging landscape, I remain hopeful. I believe that somewhere on EchoNet, there are others equally disenchanted with the status quo, yearning for a return to meaningful exchange.